Hidden Marriage in a Rich Family: The Daughter Wife of a Billionaire CEO

"Not here, where will it go?" Dongfang Xuan muttered to himself.

The secretary observed Dongfang Xuan's expression, he was a little confused, and finally he seemed to have made up his mind: "President, when I came back, I actually saw Miss Nangong, and it was a man who sent her back." It's not that the secretary didn't mention Murong Wu , It's just that the man is obviously going after Nangong Mei, and everyone can see the clue.

"Who is that man?" Dongfang Xuan asked subconsciously.

The secretary was speechless: "I don't know who it is."

This simple person is not an unknown person. As for why the secretary did not recognize it, it was not because Dongfang Xuan told him not to let Nangong Mei see him. Nangong Mei followed back, he also knew Murong Wu and Nangong Mei's kung fu, and they couldn't get too far away, so they could only take a rough look from a distance.

"Could it be that what Ah Wu said is true", she said quite aggrieved.

Seeing this, the secretary silently left the office, afraid of getting himself involved. After all, this was his suggestion. It would be bad to set yourself on fire, and then closed the door.

Nangong Mei was in a stunned state from the beginning to the end.

The flower sender didn't write his name, he didn't have a wish card, and he didn't have any contact information. Under Murong Wu's suggestion, he handled it in the same way as last time.

Murong Wu wanted to laugh when she thought of Dongfang Xuan's expression when she received her flowers in the office.

The shelf life of flowers is too short, and some things still need some efficiency. Sure enough, Dongfang Xuan received the roses sent out in the morning in the afternoon.

The assistant didn't dare to make a sound during the whole process: "President, this is from Nangong's house ```` said it was for the benefits of the company's employees````` and then there is another sentence, it was brought back by the staff who went to receive flowers Yes, it’s ````Miss Nangong said, I don’t know if it was sent by that unknown person, anyway it’s a waste to keep it, so let’s share it.” After finishing speaking, she ran away without raising her head.

Dongfang Xuan held the flower and stared at it for a long time, as if he wanted to see another flower, then took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Ouyang Chen, quickly give me your woman Get away!"

Before Ouyang Chen could respond, he hung up the phone.

He didn't believe it, Nangong Mei didn't know, Murong Wu didn't know!

Knowing that, she encouraged her to share all the flowers!

He is [-]% sure and sure, this is definitely Murong Wu's idea.

But the truth is, it was indeed Murong Wu's idea.

But speaking of it, it was Dongfang Xuan who encouraged Murong Wu to throw away the flowers back then.

But Murong Wu also really felt that it was a waste to put it here, which is a pity.

As for Ouyang Chen on the other end of the phone, he was also in deep trouble.

Murong Wu didn't answer the phone or the landline, and he couldn't make calls in the office. When he went to find him, he couldn't be found. He was stopped, and he didn't talk about anything except work. This tragic situation has lasted for a while. It's been more than a month, and there is less than a month before the Chinese New Year. His old lady said that if she can't catch up with her granddaughter-in-law, she won't come back for the Chinese New Year.

Ouyang Chen was actually quite bitter in his heart.

Both soft and hard, soft and hard, stalking, which should be women's moves, he used them all, but it didn't work.

"Chairman, your flowers." When Murong Wu entered the lobby, the front desk lady gave Murong Wu a bouquet of red roses consciously. Murong Wu was not surprised, and took the roses very accommodatingly.

A bouquet of roses every morning, this is already No.30 nine bouquets.

Probably Ouyang Chen was afraid that Murong Wu would divide the flowers again, so he subtracted two nines, one bouquet per day, 99 flowers, so it can't be divided.